|Like father like daughter
Author: ragabeubeu PM
Sara and Michael meet differently, she's the General's daughter, so he kidnaps her to get to her father, but she's already broken hearted, and he doesn't manage to just use her and not get involved himself. Misa fic, but Ke/Sa involved specially after chapter 5, I just can't help but put them together in every story ! This is a reupdate because the fic had been deleted for a whileRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 8 - Words: 42,151 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Published: 06-01-12 - id: 8171045
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I don't own any of the characters of the show !
When Sara opened her eyes she could feel her hands had been tied together, a gag was placed over her mouth and a blindfold was covering her eyes. She felt a violent pain to her neck and suddenly remember she had been knocked out. She only knew too well what this was about : her father, she knew Jonathan Krantz had been involved in many situations, he usually was the one who started them. She knew who her father was, she knew he was a liar, a murderer, a bad person for sure. She had tried to walk away from this, to just try to live a life as normal as possible, which was a little hard when she was often being used as a pawn against her father. She was being abducted, than used to blackmail her father. She didn't know why people always assumed that just because she was somebody's daughter she shared the same beliefs and convictions. She usually survived these "exchanges" without getting too hurt, usually she would just get a couple punches in the face, though, once she had been taken for something that must had mattered to her father greatly cause he hadn't gave it up to her abductors, this time she had been through more than just a couple bruises. She could remember very clearly this experience even though it was five years ago, it was the first time she had ever been tortured to get to her father. There had been two more experiences like this during those five years. The thing was, her father rarely pulled her out of situations like this, usually she managed on her own. If it was up to her she would have nothing to do with her father, no connections whatsoever. But it wasn't up to her, and there were always people to remind her that you can't chose your family more than you can escape it.
Sara started to struggle against her ties by reflex.
- Oh you don't wanna do that, she heard the voice of a man.
She froze, she couldn't do much until she knew a little bit more about where she was and who had taken her.
- That's better, she heard a different man speaking, now let me help you with that.
She felt two hands undoing the blindfold covering her eyes. Which meant that her abductors were either wearing ski masks, or didn't care if she could identify them because her father knew he was dealing with them, or third option they intended to kill her.
Her eyes shut instantly because they weren't used to daylight, when they got used to the new environment she could see that two men were surrounding her. One of them was tall, had an impressive mass of muscles and had to weigh twice her own weight, shaved skull, green eyes, his strong muscled arms were crossed on his chest. The second man wasn't as tall as the other, his muscles were thinner, he looked younger too, his head was shaven too, his eyes were bluer than the Atlantic sea. Obviously none of them were wearing ski masks.
When she was done looking at them she looked around her, they let her. She could guess she was in a warehouse, although the blinds on the windows were shut, which made the room look darker.
- Alright, the younger man said approaching her, I'm gonna remove the gag if you promise you won't scream.
She nodded. She knew the drill. The man ripped the tape from her lips brutally. She wet her lips that felt like they had been ripped off along with the tape.
- Sorry about that, the young man said.
He didn't look sorry. None of them ever did, cause they usually hated her father, and she usually went along with that.
- Well I'd introduce us, the blue eyed man said, but I imagine it's unnecessary unless you haven't been watching TV for the past three months.
Oh, so that's where she had seen them, of course, the two brothers, Scofield and Burrows that had been the object of the biggest manhunt that had been seen in years. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised, she had no idea what her father had to do with that, unless the brothers just needed money and intended to trade the General's daughter against some ransom.
- Yeah, Sara said, well I'd introduce myself, but I imagine it's unnecessary as well.
- It is indeed, miss Krantz, the younger brother said.
Sara held back her anger. She hated being called by her father's name, it just made her rage for him double.
- It's Dawson now, she said doing her best to smother the anger in her voice.
- Oh right, Scofield said not surprised at all, you changed your name when you were eighteen, took your mother's name.
- Maybe we can pass the moment where you say all these things about me so you can prove that you did your homework and that you've been checking up on me, she said, and if you don't mind can we also skip the part where you tell me how my father's a monster and how I have monster blood running in my veins, how if you were me you'd kill yourself, etc, if you want we can even skip the part where you tell me what it is my father took from you and you want to get back, in fact I just want to focus on the part where you tell me how long this is going to take, because I have a meeting next Friday.
The older brother arched an eyebrow before looking at his brother. Scofield just looked at her with a grin.
- Well, he said, obviously it isn't your first time.
- What do you think ? She said, the General has no sisters, brothers, both parents dead, no wife, and oddly people seem to think that the only way to get to him is by a daughter he doesn't care about.
- Yeah, Scofield said, but you see, from what I've heard, you were raised in his company in the most secret way imaginable, no one's heard from you, no one even ever knew you existed till you ran away at eighteen. Your father tried to hide you, now the only reason I can think of is that he loved you, that he wanted to protect you from people who could have wanted to use you against him.
- You mean people like you ? She let out with a challenging smile.
There was a sudden silence in the room that was only broke by a cell phone ring. Burrows answered his phone.
- Yeah, he said, yeah we got her.
He left the room so the young woman wouldn't hear things she wasn't supposed to.
- Well, Sara, Scofield said once they were alone, can I call you Sara ?
- Be my guest, she answered ever politely.
- Well, Sara, he said, I just want to be clear on the fact that no harm will be done to you as long as your father gives back to us what he's taken from us.
- And what's that ? Sara said.
- You already know that, the young man said.
- Right, she said nodding, I forgot everyone seems to think that I'm rotten to the core, that I know all about my father's wicked schemes, well it's nothing like that, if I knew anything about his plans I'd tell you, I'd tell anyone. I probably hate him more than any of you ever will, I didn't see him in three years, and when we see each other I'm the last person he'd talk to about his plans. We don't really have the usual father/daughter relationship. So I'm telling you again, if you think he's gonna give you anything to get me back... you're mistaking.
- Well, Michael said, you've said it yourself, it's not your first time, and... you're still here.
- Not thanks to him, she just answered, you know it's really funny when you meet strangers and they think they know more about you than you do yourself, my father won't come to rescue me on his white horse if that's what you're expecting, you can't use me as bait, he won't take it.
- So you're telling me your father never traded you for anything ? Michael said already knowing the answer.
Sara didn't answer for a moment.
- Depending on what the trade was, she said after a while.
She looked away from his blue eyes. From all the people that had taken her, there was always two kind : The kind who acts like "I'm soulless and I know it", and finally the kind who acts like "I'm the good guy, there's only you to blame and you deserve everything that's coming at you you bitch". She hadn't classified Michael yet, for now he didn't fit any of the categories.
- Well, Michael said ending the conversation, I'm afraid you'll have to report that meeting on Friday.
There was also the kind who thinks it's the right moment to make jokes and show their humor, they probably think that she's in the perfect mood to laugh to their jokes and comments. They're wrong.
- I'll be sure to do that, she replied in a cold tone.
Michael just lowered to her height, leaning to undo the ropes that were cutting through the sensitive skin of her wrists.
- Okay, he said before he let her go, I'm untying you, don't try anything, or you won't get a second chance and you'll spend the rest of your visit here chained to the wall, is that clear ?
- Crystal, she said as he got her rid of her ties.
He got up slowly getting ready to leave.
- You can try to run, he said, but it won't get you anywhere, there's no way out of here that isn't closed.
He shut the heavy metal door behind him, leaving the young woman alone. Sara looked around her. The only furniture was a small bed, another door that led to a small bathroom. There were bars to all windows, and no other way out than the metal door, that was, obviously, locked.
Sara sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed and burying her face in her hands.
Even though she couldn't really say she liked it here, it still wasn't worse than her golden cage at her father's company. Her luxurious room, spacious, and her favorite part of it was the single window, she used to spend days sitting by the window, staring at the world outside... she used to love this place, this prison that once felt like a shelter. She hadn't always known, about the truth, about who her father was, the things he did...
Her hand went against her will to close on the small locket that hung to her neck. A small silver locket, in the shape of a heart, she didn't even know why she was still wearing it, she should have taken it off, ripped it off and threw it in the trash seven years ago. But she hadn't, because no matter how much she wanted to ignore it, it was the only object she cared about, the only thing she couldn't leave behind or throw away. She didn't care so much for the object itself than for the promise that came with it. "I know I'm not always around, I know I'm not always here to tell you, but I can promise you that right now I love you, and that it will never change, so when I'm away, you just look at that necklace, and you remember that my heart is always here with you even if I'm half the world away, you just look at it and you remember that I'll love you forever, and that this will keep us together, even if we're not". She closed her eyes to stop them from crying as she felt her fist tightening around the locket. How could she still keep this thing seven years after ?
She lift her face up, taking in a deep breath as she let go of the necklace. What was the point in holding on to a stupid locket, what was the point in repeating yourself the same promise in your head hundreds of time until you fall asleep, when the meaning of these words died years ago ?